Lost After Midnight

•I'm Not Going Anywhere•

{•Unedited•}
~Amor's POV~

I wake up surrounded by plain white walls, the room spinning for a few seconds as my. Eyes and body adverts to being awake. My chest still hurts, a light feeling lingering from before. How long was I out? Never have I had a panic attach that hot t extent that this one did; it was terrifying. If I had been able to speak, I would have said it felt like I was dying in a very unpeaceful way.
"Honey," a deep voice says. I groan at the sound being louder than usual. My dad sits sits on the edge of ten bed, squeezing my hand. The window being open tells me I've been here all night.
"Wh-What happened?" I ask, my breathes hard. Zurine comes into the room, closing the door as softly as he can.
"You had a heart attack," my dad tells me. "It was from your panic attack, but it was bad this time...obviously. I want to ask what happened, but by from what's in the waiting room, I don't think that's my business." My brows pull together in question.
"Your mother is making sure your two admirers don't rip each other's heads off. I really hope for his sake, that Adriel doesn't make Luz too mad," Zurine explains. Adriel and Luz are still here...around each other?
"How bout you go stand between them instead of my wife? What if he eats mad and something happens?" My dad says with wide eyes.
"Oh come on...he would politely move her to the side then loose his shit." I run my hands over my face. I had a heart attack? It had felt like a normal panic attack in the beginning until it got worse, but a heart attack would have been my last guess.
"Is there any water?" I ask my dad. He nods, getting up and walking to the corner where there's some stuff on a chair. He hands me a half drunken water bottle. I open it, nearly chugging it down, my throat feelings like it's clogged and yucky.
"I should get the doctor," My dad says, fixing his clothes. "I'll send your mother in." I nod, thanking him quietly since my voice refuses to get higher than a whisper. Zurine follows my dad out of the small room, leaving me looking up at the ceiling, counting all the lines between the tiles.
A few minutes later my mom walks in dressed in the clothes she was wearing yesterday. She looks exhausted, dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. She sits down in the chair next to me, taking my hand.
"You're freezing," she says. I hadn't realized that; it feels like my body's on fire. "Do you need a jacket?"
"N-no, I'm fine," I say, trying to be louder but my voice just squeaking. I roll my eyes at myself.
"I thought I would at least have a heart attack first," she says, trying to crack a joke. I force a smile for her benefit. "You know they're probably gonna try to give you antidepressants for the anxiety again."
I shake my head, thinking back to when I took them before. It seemed like they only made things worse, which is why I tried ending everything for the first time.
"I'm fine, this was just a small bump."
"A heart attack is not a small bump; you can die from a heart attack, Amorita. I don't want to go to my daughters funeral." I look down, understanding where she's coming from. "Luz gave me a brief rundown of what happened, Adriel's story was the same."
"I bet it was." She leans back in the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't realize how bad the attack was. If I had, I would have found a way to stop it."
    "I know you would have. I'm not mad at you," she says. "I'm mad at the situation. You're in your twenties; you aren't supposed to be having heart attacks. You've gone through hell for so long and-"
     "And I always find a way through it," I say, reaching out for her hand. "I'm just like my dad, I don't give up when things get hard; I find a loophole." She cocks a brow.
    "Your father isn't the best example. His loophole was fleeing the city and changing his name...Benito."
     "What?"
      "Nothing." I decide to ignore the strange end comment and close my eyes. "I'm so glad you're okay."
     "I'm still alive...yaaayyy," I say, doing a jazz hands gesture. She glares, rolling her eyes. "If I can't make jokes about my mental health, it'll only get worse." She sighs, chuckling. The door opens and My Doctor walks in. Oh hell.
        "I'm so sorry about what happened," she tells me. I didn't know Adriel's mother was a doctor, yet alone one at this hospital. This sure as hell isn't going to be good on my blood pressure. "Everything looks fine from the last time we heckled your vitals when you were asleep," she says.
     "T-thank you," I say. She gives my mom and I a small smile before leaving. No mention of medication, good. I turn back to my mom.
    "You have the best luck, don't you?" She says sarcastically , obviously had read the name tag. I nod, rubbing my temples. "I know it's probably not smart, but you need to see one of those two soon, so they know you're alive."
    "Can't dad just tell them?" She shrugs, getting up. "Send Adriel in first." I don't know why I want to see him first, maybe because I just want to get it over with.
   "You sure?" She asks. I nod, hoping this will be fast. Once I'm alone I try to silently take in everything that has happened in the course of the last few hours; or at least the ones I remember.
    As soon as Adriel comes in, I tense. His hurtful words come back to mind and I'm hurting all over again. For some reason, I thought his hurtful comments towards me out of anger would stop this time around; that was wishful thinking. I know this and yet I still love him. I know I do, but just don't know why. Maybe I'm so in love with the good parts of him that I unintentionally ignore the bad.
     "How do you feel?" He asks, standing awkwardly at the end of the bed.
   "Like hell," I say. He comes closer, not able to hear me. "Like hell." He nods, taking in a long breath.
   "I'm sorry about what happened," he says. "I let my jealousy get the best of me."
    "There was no reason for you to be jealous; I was there with you, not him," I tell him. "And even if, you should respect me enough to not cause any conflict with him." He licks his lips, crossing his arms.
   "In my defense, he started it."
   "That is the most childish response you could have come up with," I snap. He rolls his eyes that look more yellow than usual. "He didn't start shit; you're the one who got in his face first."
     "Are you seriously defending him?" He says in disbelief. "I wasn't going to make you choose sides on this, that's not fair to you, but if you are then fuck me."
     "That's what got me into this situation in the first place," I say. His arms fall to his sides as he walks to the window. "What was that comment you made? The one about being underage, easy slut?" He turns around, jaw clenched.
    "You know I didn't mean that. I was only trying to get under his skin."
    "And you did, which is why I'm in a damn hospital bed. Even so, I was right there, you said that about me in front of me all because you were mad. I thought we moved pass that a long time ago." He looks down, knowing there's no way out of this one. "I can't just be your punching bad when you're upset."
    "You aren't," he says. "You know I love you."
    "Do you though?" His eyes widen. "Cause if you did, you wouldn't even have the ability to say that about me. I wasn't an easy slut either, I was hurt and fell in love." His jaw clenches.
    "Do you still love him?"
    "Yes," I answer without a problem. "No matter what the situation was, he would have never said such a terrible thing about me because I know he loves me."
    I can tell he's shocked by my rambling. Usually I'm the quiet one in an argument. "So what are you saying?" What am I saying?
    "I don't know, I just know I need separation for now." He doesn't say anything, just nods. "On your way out can you have him come in?"
    "Seriously?" He asks. I nod, no trace of humor on my face. "Yeah, I'll tell him." Laying in this position is starting to hurt my back. I try moving just as the door opens not even two minutes after Adriel leaves, Luz walking in.
     "Hi," I say shyly, still trying to move. "I don't have any wires hooked on me, do I?" He examines me, only coming one in my arm. I turn around into my stomach, sighing. I've always found laying on my stomach very relaxing, while he said it just looks uncomfortable.
    "How do you feel?" He asks, sitting down in the chair beside me.
    "Everything hurts," I tell him truthfully. "I'm sorry that happened." He shakes his head.
    "You don't have to apologize, that's for me to do. I shouldn't of lost it with him; I know how you are with violence, and I-"
    "Don't blame yourself," I tell him, taking his hand. He brings it to his mouth and gently kisses the back.
    "You scared me," he says. "I didn't know what was happening." He let's go of my hand and moves the chair closer, placing his hand on my back and kissing my temple. I sigh, closing my eyes. "You must be tired."
    "Not in the normal way. I'm exhausted from the pain, but was out all night," I tell him. His eyes dance around the room.
    "You should still sleep, Love," he says, rubbing my back. I nod, focusing on the feel of his hand.
    "Can you stay until I fall asleep?"
    "I'm not going anywhere."  
  
AN: Our girl got a tough choice 👀 I really love Luz, but I also love Adriel cause ya know...he's the OG. This wasn't originally supposed to have a love triangle cause typically I hate those, but I felt it was well fitted with this story, so sorry if some of you hate it! I really hope you guys enjoyed!
    Question: What do you think will end up happening? What would you like to see happen?
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